He set me down on the floor and watched as I started peeling off my sodden clothes, as I admired his incredible torso and arms

He
set me down on the floor and watched as I started peeling off my
sodden clothes, as I admired his incredible torso and arms. I felt a
jolt join the ache that had grown in my core as he shot me a wicked
grin, then bent to peel his pants and shorts off. Booth's God, he
was perfect.

"Now,
where were we," he said, advancing on me as I hopped up on the
bed and pushed the covers off all the way.

"Well,
I replied, reaching for him, "I believe you were sucking on my
neck, and I was about to respond in kind."

He
laughed, and jumped on top of me, rolling until I was straddling him
and he'd pulled me down so he could suck again at my neck. "Right
there," I confirmed, then proceeded to kiss and nip my way down
his throat and across his chest as his hands made their way up my
sides to cup my breasts in his palms. His hands on me were electric,
a shock jolting a gasp from me as his calloused fingers brushed over
my nipples.

One
hand came up to the back of my head, pulling me forward until he took
one breast in his mouth. My gasped "Booth" was met with
his own vibrating growl as his tongue and his teeth kneaded the flesh
of my breast, even as the hand still at my other breast dropped away. I'd braced my arms under me as he first pulled me on top of him, a
needed precaution. When he tugged at me so he could latch onto my
breasts, my hips came into contact with his and his large, hot
erection. The contact was jolting. Now as he let go of my breast
with his hand, his mouth continuing to lave the other with kisses,
his other hand stroked an inexorable trail to my core, pushing my
hips up and away from him only as long as it took his fingers to find
my center.

I
like being on top. It means more control of my own pleasure,
usually. But as his hot fingers dragged across my folds for the
first time, I gasped at the wash of sensation that shot through me. When his fingers entered me, firmly and fully but not at all
forcefully, I couldn't help but moan "Booth" at the shock
of it. His thumb caressed my clitoris in response, dragging another
gasp from me as his mouth increased its suction on my breast.

I
don't know how long he kept at it. His fingers delving and twisting
in me, stroking my G-spot and his thumb at my throbbing clitoris--
his mouth moving from one breast to another as I whimpered at what he
was doing to me. My eyes closed as I tried to concentrate on not
letting my limbs buckle under me. So much for maintaining control. The tension he stoked in me was painful and exquisite all at once,
and I was trembling with the need for release, even as I was beyond
coherently begging for it. I cried out loudly at one particularly
deft curl of his fingers, eliciting a laugh against the skin of my
breasts, where he was still nipping at me. He let go then, tugging
my head down to his mouth as he shifted under me, kissing me as his
tongue began to thrust in his mouth to the rhythm his fingers began
below. I moaned into his mouth, then shrieked as his thumb firmly
passed over my bundle of nerves, my release piercing me. I collapsed
against him, and he let go of my mouth as I whimpered into his neck.

"That's
what you get for laughing at me in the shower," he said,
withdrawing his fingers from my still fluttering walls.

"What
do I get for tickling you, then?" I managed, my voice raspy from
shrieking my climax.

He
rolled, his hands at my hips, until I was under him, and sheathed
himself fully in one smooth, incredible stroke, groaning "This,"
and then "Bones" as he finished entering my, his hips flush
with mine as he filled me.

"Oh
God! Booth!" I called, as the jolt of his heat and his girth
took me, my eyes snapping open with the shock of the sense of
completion. When I looked back at him, he had the same shocked look
on his face, gasping "Sweet Jesus, Temperance," as I
shifted to wrap my legs around him. I pulled him down for a kiss,
still staring back at him as my brain tried to grasp how things had
just shifted, but as our lips met again, my last rational thoughts
passed from me, and each of our bodies took over.

We
moved like a perfectly matched set-- the tension he'd just released
in me built up again. I reveled in the shifting firmness of his
muscles under my hands as I grasped him, his weight behind each
thrust perfectly measured as I met him and urged him on with my
panting gasps of his name. I was so heated I thought I would
explode, so breathless I thought I might faint, and judging by his
panting moans of "Bones," and "Temperance," so
was he. I strove with him, but my orgasm surprised me, a shattering
climax that forced a shrieked "Seeley," from me, though I'd
never called him by that name before. It seemed endless, the
forceful spasms taking control as my hips ground into his while my
back arched away from him into the bed.

My
contractions around him were too sweet to be painful, but they walked
that fine line, one he obliterated as he lost control, one hand
sliding under my hips to hold me to him as his thrusts became erratic
and forceful. His grunted "Oh, Jesus, fuck, Bones," husked
in my ear made me shudder again, and I grasped at his hips to pull
him hard into me.

"Seeley,"
I moaned, as I felt myself coiling again, the sight of his eyes
closed and jaw clenched in ecstatic concentration drawing me further
to another release. I moaned as he shifted, flicking me with his
fingers as the hand at my hips moved to bring my chest into his. I
clung to him as lightning shot again through me, vaguely aware
through my screaming of his thickening inside me, followed by a hot
burst, his own wordless shout joining my own.

He
collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, panting and sweating, as my
walls still fluttered to his small continuing pulses. My heart was
hammering in my chest, his own pounding atop mine, and before I could
wonder what might happen next, he made further planning unnecessary. "My God, woman, I love you," he said, pushing up on one
elbow to look at me. "And don't you deny that you do, too."

"Wasn't
planning on it," I rasped, warmth flooding me all over again.

"Good,"
he responded. I lifted my head off the bed long enough to press a
soft kiss to his lips, then flopped back, all muscle control fled for
the moment. He laughed as he flopped to my side, looping his arms
around me, one leg pulling my lower half under his.

"Remind
me to tickle you again soon," I murmured, my eyes closing of
their own accord.

"My
pleasure," he chuckled, settling his head on my chest.

"Mmm. Mine too," I purred. I felt sleep steal over me as his chest
rumbled with laughter beside me.

-
- - - -

I
woke sometime later to him combing his fingers through my hair, his
other hand clasped at the small of my back. During the night, we'd
turned so that I now lay atop him, his arms wrapped securely around
me as my head lay on his chest.

"Hi,"
he said softly as I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me.

"Never,"
I replied, trying to put as much truth into that one word as I could.

"Then
I have something for you," he said, kissing my forehead before
sliding out of the bed. He paced over to his discarded jeans,
rooting in the pockets until he found what he was looking for. His
hand closed around it, he slid back into bed and pulled me back onto
him as he looked searchingly at me. I met his gaze, and he opened
his hand, to show me what lay inside.

It
was the earrings, transformed, into a complementary, but not matching
pair of rings. The loops between each earring segment had been
removed, and the links heated and hammered together, yet somehow the
basic forms and designs were still present. The larger, man's ring,
had been heated and hammered more, the design of the original
flattened and widened until the metal melded together into a long
enough band to fit what I guess was Booth's ring finger. The
smaller, woman's ring was closer to the original design, but still
changed by the heat and the hammering. I could tell it would fit
perfectly.

"You
said I could do what I liked with them, so I did," he said, as I
looked at the two rings side by side in his palm. I marveled at the
workmanship-- the old forms preserved, and yet new ones emerging from
old materials. I looked back at him, stunned, as he continued to
speak. "You're my family, Bones. Think of it as a tangible
reminder that as long as we each have one, we'll each always be
thinking of the other, and will always come for each other in the
end. I'm not asking you to marry me, there's more than one kind of
family, but I am asking you to stop being just my partner, and let me
be your family, too."

"Yes,"
I managed, around the lump in my throat.

"Good,"
he replied, our lips sealing then on the promise. I put his ring on
him, and he put mine on me, and we each pulled close again to the
other. Before he'd returned the earring to me that first time, I'd
said, "Objects have no intrinsic power. A person's future does
not depend on some...thing. Things are just things. They do not have
magical meaning or powers." I was wrong. Both our actions were
invested in those earrings, fleeting deeds hammered into tangible
things, heated risks taken for love molded into metallic reminders. Each one's risk for the other was now a promise, a magical power to
look into the future and know there was at least something to be sure
of. Each other.

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